Welcome to R. L. Kirk

Amidst
a war of attrition and a struggle for power

Lily Blackwood is torn between two strong men...

One, Wallace is her perfect idea of a partner, loving, loyal and handsome. The
second, Bryn, is her true mate, the man chosen for her by nature and her
family. Denial and naivety for nature’s choice, sends her into a rage of
independence against the laws of her own destiny, family and her own father.

Wallace Kirk is assigned to protect the beautiful Lily since her birth...

His loyalties are tearing him apart. His own mate, dead, taken from him, fills
his thoughts as Lily begs for his attention. She needs him, but not as much as
the wolf that prowls in her flesh.

Bryn Kemp's nature and need fill his flesh...

Yet his true mate, the woman chosen for him, denies her destiny. His battle for
her and his own pride must overcome her feisty rebellious streak.

Both men must fight for her in the throes of oncoming battle and she must make
the right choice. A decision that will shape the war.

Heading
back up the stairs she came to her bedroom door. Bryn’s scent spilled out and
seemed to beckon her. Lily came around the corner slowly, seeing him sitting on
her bed.

His
shirt off, his chest clawed up, dried blood caked his forehead and matted down
his hair.

She
leaned against the doorway and just took him in.

Tall
dark and handsome, if Bryn Kemp was a word with a definition it would say that
after his name. His bright eyes invaded your soul; his strong facial features
made you want to kiss them to see if you could soften them. His bottom lip was
busted.

Lily
licked her own lips and wanted to kiss each wound better. Her wolf perked up
and she felt a simper rise to her throat. The wolf was upset—she was upset. She
was slowly coming to terms with the fact that her wolf and her were one and the
same, the intensity of her emotions were all hers.

Bryn
lifted his head and smiled at her, he rose to his feet quickly and then
growled. Grabbing his side, he fell back onto her bed.

Lily
rushed in and slid an arm around his back, helping him support his weight to
get him to the bathroom. She had a full first aid kit in there it would be
easier to get him sorted. “Come on you big bad wolf. Let’s get you all tended.”

“I
need more than tending, I feel like shit warmed up. Sorry, but I do. I've never
been in a fight like that Lily. I was scared I'd never open my eyes again.”

Bryn
talking like that worried her. She’d never heard Wallace admit possible defeat.
Not even in the face of her and a mate match. Lily eased him into her large
bathroom. The huge tub was a few more feet into the huge space. The shower was
behind a totally clear set of glass doors.

“Oh,
come now. A big strong wolf like you afraid?” She leaned him against the sink
counter. Her fingers brushed over his broken skin as instinct started to take
over. Lily pressed her body against his. Her fingers glazed down over the
wounds on his chest. “You weren’t really afraid were you? You’re strong—we are
strong. We were born that way. The moon gives us that.”

Why am I fucking
whispering—God he smells good even all beat up.

She
leaned in and started to nuzzle against his chest. Lily didn’t even baulk when
her tongue flicked out of her mouth and started to roughly lap at the wounds on
his chest. His blood and sweat exploded on her taste buds. She knew her saliva
would heal his wounds faster. Yet, now she lapped at him because his taste was
like a drug and she wanted more.

“I'm
thirty years old Lily, Wallace is many times that. I was useless. Even he knew
we were out gunned. But if you want to lick me, go right ahead, it will take my
mind off tonight's events.”

Lily
slipped her hand up his chest. His pounding heart beat belied his calm tone of
voice. Her wolf was getting amped and the heat was so close she was near to the
fuck it and fuck me level of the moon cycle. She glanced up at him through her
lashes, a smirk on her face as she flattened her tongue and ran it up one long,
deep wound. “Oh, Bryn—do you not like my tender care?”

Who
am I?

“I
love your tender care, maybe we should care for each other.”

His
words sent an electric pulse through her body. Lily gazed into his eyes. They
glimmered, his wolf threatening to break free and dominate the situation. As
independent as she was, Lily needed him to control her, take her, and consume
her body and soul. Her fingers toyed with the hard flesh of his chest. She
wanted him. There was no doubt about it. She just didn’t know why she wanted
him this bad.

Right
after she’d told herself life would be easier with Wallace. He’d told her she
needed to find a mate, but this man in all his shirtless glory couldn’t be her
mate. Not this quick—not so sudden.

Lily
sucked in her breath when warm fingers caressed the flesh of her sides. A low
vibrating sound echoed in the large space. Her gaze drifted to his face. Bryn’s
eyes were glowing deep amber, his facial hair was growing out, his cheeks
caving in, and she could swear that his features had elongated preparing for
the shift. Her wolf rumbled to life and she sucked in a breath when his fingers
tickled her sides as he fisted the hem of her shirt in his large, hot hands.
She lifted her arms on auto response and he quickly removed her top. She now
only donned her red lacy bra. Her breasts were at risk of spilling out. She
wore it a cup size smaller, so it would push her creamy mounds higher.

A
growl and a snarl that sounded distinctly like a bark came from Bryn.

She
felt no fear.

She
felt arousal making her wet at the crotch of her skinny jeans. Lily’s hips
moved of their own volition and she wedged herself between his legs. She could
hear his breathing. They were both panting and out of control. Heat radiated.
His scent filled her nostrils. It was like the forest after a fresh rain. Her
lips parted and she moaned. Her forehead rubbed against his pectorals. “Why do
I want you so bad?”

Something
burned on her right inner thigh. She whimpered slightly as the arousal heated
to a boiling point and she was pressing her hips against his erect, covered
groin. Lily looked up at him and read the desire in his eyes.

He
wanted her just as bad.

“Fuck
this is intense.”In that moment all she wanted was him. She knew that if she
just had him, if he took her, fucked her, nipped at her, and claimed her she
could die happy tomorrow, knowing that at some point she’d belonged to him.

But my mate…

At
that fleeting thought her wolf snarled and she clawed down his chest. She
didn’t break the surface of his flesh but she made angry red welts rise. Her
wolf wanted to mark him just as bad as she wanted him to mark her.

It can’t be.

Her
internal musings were cut short by Bryn’s hand sliding up between their bodies.
She looked up and he was grinning down at her. “Please—” she begged.

“Oh,
I’ll take care of you, little wolf.” His mouth crashed down on hers.

Her
world spun. Her lips parted without any coaxing and his tongue slipped inside
her mouth and danced with her own. She felt his elongated canines as she
submitted to his kiss, her body melting against his.

****

Who is R.L.Kirk?

R.L.
Kirk is the brain child of two authors, working together to bring you urban
fantasy novels with a kick.

It has been quite a journey to get here, trying to find the right ingredients.
A little action here, a bit of flirting there, an intense storyline with
characters you want to be with.
Male characters with bite and females not afraid to go that extra mile.

R, a man with a need to get his world in print. A Yorkshire man, an accent to
die for. Loves to work and dream, bringing both together. Loves listening to
music and watching Game of Thrones and obsesses with Heisenberg.

L, a woman with writing dreams and ambition. Loves her daughter. Loves to read
until she falls asleep. Loves Disneyland and making jewelry. Loves swimming and
second hand book shops.

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